Moms. Old moms. Will I get to be as frightening as my mother in law or my own mother? Message from Mom today. “You can come visit. your dog morris is not welcome. my new Dog doesn’t like dogs. what time are you going to be here? MOM” Okay there’s story behind that message. Mom… Continue reading OH My… Moms
It goes sometimes like this. He looks out the window as I read the weather forecast. He blinks and then says, “Hmmm.” I read that we may get measurable snow and he says, “Hmmm.” And a very far away look comes to his eyes. I know that look. I remind him that the water tank… Continue reading The Hmmm Factor
Two years of going going going. Doing all the farm work last year and working nearly full time while husband recovered from Throat Cancer. This year it is the never ending house remodel. While I don’t regret a moment of the house remodel, or helping out as a loving and awesome caretaker, I put myself… Continue reading Me me me…
My husband got a new provider through the VA system. She is a Nurse Practitioner. That in itself isn’t that big of a deal, but please don’t sell these NP’s short. I’ve had a Physicians Assistant for nearly 20 years and I love her to death… But that is beside the point. This NP ordered… Continue reading Well isn’t that interesting?
Bigot: a person who strongly and unfairly dislikes other people, ideas, etc. : a bigoted person; especially : a person who hates or refuses to accept the members of a particular group (such as a racial or religious group) Source: Merriam-Webster’s Learner’s Dictionary ~~~~~~ Well well. I have a bigot in the family. I was… Continue reading Bigot
I have a ‘family’ expecting to show up ‘sometime’ this weekend. I’ve taken their son, my grandson canoeing, hiking, fishing, and have been teaching him how to ride all week. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a blast and it has been good to see this young awkward kid really shine in this environment. His parents.… Continue reading Hostess without the Most-est
I came home from a 12 hr day and the sweet lovable husband asks, “Watchya cooking tonight?” I stare meaningfully at the clock which now reads 9 p.m. and try to mentally send him a message that he shouldn’t even go there. Instead I ask. “How was your day?” “Good! I hardly did anything!” I… Continue reading Don’t wake up Cranky.